birthdays and bad calls

Today was my wife's birthday, and I'm not saying which birthday it was. Let it suffice to say that she has declared that she has reached a holding pattern of birthdays! She celebrated with her small group tonight after House Party by taking in a chick flick, leaving me to head home to be with the kiddos.

House Party was interesting tonight. We've got a set of twins in our high school group, and tomorrow is their birthday. The young lady went to Pittsburgh with her mom and a couple of friends. The young man was all set to have a party at his house, but that idea got squashed due to some extenuating circumstances. I called his house this week to check on some things and learned that there would be no party. So we made a couple of changes in our House Party plan for tonight and hosted a little birthday bash for him. Lots of Xbox360 on one big screen, the Giants-Packers game on the other big screen, mucho cake, and tons of friends hanging out. It was a pretty good night.

Unless you are a Packers fan.

I mistakenly predicted that Favre and the Pack would put up 21 points, and that the weather, the fans, and the mystique of Lambeau Field would spell the end of the Giants' run through the playoffs.

I went so far as to guarantee this to a certain young lady--a young lady who wears a Green Bay hat with a great deal of pride and panache. I told M that if Favre and the Pack didn't get things done I'd pay for my wife to take her out for some consolation dessert.

Never before have I wished that I wasn't springing to cover one of our students to share some grub with Kim...

So the birthday parts were pretty cool. The game...not so much.